Wedding day rolled around, meaning it was D-Day. We had a lot to coordinate - Bridesmaids, groomsmen, kids, babies, etc. And yes, I said
we (well, Bambi). Let's just say organizational skills are not the bride's strong suit, so Bambi did a lot of the coordination for this day. But before the hecticness of the day set in, Evan, Ryder and I did get to sneak down to the Boardwalk Bakery and enjoy a nice breakfast by the water.
After breakfast, however, is when everything started to go into motion. While Bambi, the bride and the rest of the bridal party headed over to the Yacht Club's beauty salon to get their hair done, I took the kids to Downtown Disney where we were to meet the other flower girl so her and Madison could do the same. After a 45 minute bus ride stopping at the Swan, Dolphin, Yacht Club, Beach Club and Typhoon Lagoon we finally made it to the Bibbity Bobbity Boutique.
They work it like a NASCAR pit crew down there - someone working on hair, someone else on nails, someone else on makeup. All that's missing was the smell of high octane racing fuel and the "weeeeeee, weeeeee" of pneumatic air guns changing tires.
What pit crews don't have, however, is Pixie Dust. (I think NASCAR banned that in the '80s)
The finished product:
About half way though Madison's appointment, Ryder started getting quite upset with all of the activity going on. Luckily, Bambi had finished up her hair appointment around this time and came to relieve me. The plan now called for me to take Evan and Ryder back to the room to start getting Evan ready for his role a ring bearer. Fortunately, the walk to the bus takes us right past the Team Mickey store.
I picked up a nice Mickey Golf Hat, which Evan gladly modeled while waiting in line at Earl of Sandwich.
We grabbed our sandwiches to go and ate them at the bus stop, waiting for our chariot back to the Boardwalk. Turns out, we could have eaten a 6 course meal while we watched busses for every other resort come and go. Finally, our bus pulled up and piled on. I had a sinking feeling that the Boardwalk would not be the first stop, and sure enough, we drove right past it to drop off at the Swan. I told Evan to grab his stuff and get off here. It would be quicker (and less stressful) to make the short walk over the bridge and into the back door of the Boardwalk. We made it back to the room to find that the girls, using Bambi's parent's car, had beaten us back to the room. Ugh.
At least the room was all pretty when we got there.
Knowing that the room would soon be filling up with an Olympic sized pool of estrogen, Evan and I decided to make like a tree, and get out of there. Actually, it was part of my agenda to get Evan all gussied up and take him, Ryder and the bride's son over to the groom's room at Port Orleans French Quarter, where we would meet up with the rest of the guys in the wedding party and get on a bus to the wedding pavilion. But we learned our lesson from the bus debacle from that morning - we went to the front of the Boardwalk and hopped in a cab. For $12, we made the trip in about 10 minutes. Win.
And no sooner had we left the room, did it become coloring central. Nails and activity sheets.
I guess these is some kind of standard wedding day picture or something.
Meanwhile, the boys and I arrived at Port Orleans and figured out how to work the cummerbund and suspenders on Evan's monkey suit. A few minutes later, a
DCL bus showed up to whisk us over to the Grand Floridian for pictures.
And as one would expect, a 5 year old can only take so much smiling and posing. Luckily, the Grand Floridian had us covered.
Pictures done, we climbed back onto the DCL bus for the short drive over to the Wedding Pavilion.
And along the way, we found out that neckties make wonderful handholds.
The big moment finally arrived. And by that, I mean Madison and Evan's parts in the ceremony. After all, I'm writing this, not the bride and groom. If they want their story told, they can write their own Trip Report.
Now, if you had unsupervised access to one of the most exclusive spots on Disney property (without having to pay for it) what would you do? Yup, take pictures. Nice call.
After snapping our pictures - oh, and letting the Bride and Groom get a few too - we boarded the
Disney Cruise Line/Wedding bus for the ride over to the Boardwalk. The reception was held in one of the ball rooms there. Pretty classy place, but I was disappointed with the lack of fiberglass cow on the roof. (Yes, the place where Bambi and I had our wedding reception had a fiberglass cow standing on the roof, guarding the entrance to the building. All the nice places in Wisconsin do.)
Luckily, Disney knows how to treat their most important guest. No, I'm not talking the couple that just dropped the equivalent of a small island nations GDP on a wedding. I'm talking about the kids. No waiting around complaining about being hungry. They had only beed in their seats a few minutes before they each had a plate of food sitting in front of them.
So instead it was me that got to sit around complaining about being hungry until our food arrived. Madison did share a french fry, which was nice.
The kids even got their own dessert - dirt cup cakes!
So with dinner and the toasts taken care of, there in only one thing left to do - get the DJ to crank the amps up to 11 so we could lay down the boogie and play that funky music 'till we died. Or until bedtime, whichever comes first.
Anybody else surprised that the Wisconsin kids are hanging around the bar? Yeah, me neither.
Ryder, being only 5 months old, was not shaking his groove thing quite as much as the other kids, but he was hanging out, enjoying the colored lights and thumping music.
The party doesn't necessarily get out of hand when the Rambo tie comes out, but it's on the right path.
We partied hard long into the night. Well, most of us did. Madison and Evan went home with Grandma & Grandpa around 10:30 and from what I understand, we crashed out and sleeping before they left Disney property. The official party wrapped up around midnight. Instead of joining the rest of the group continuing the celebration down at the Boardwalk, Bambi and Ryder and I headed back to the room. As Roger Murtaugh would say, "We're getting too old for that shi.....stuff." Too old for that stuff. Yup, that's what he would say.
Up Next: Back to the Magic Kingdom!
Looks delicious! And it consists of the most important food groups... with the exception of possibly bacon.
You could do much worse.
Honorable Mention: Sunshine Seasons. 
Can't wait to hear about it. 
